Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.